[hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=910A1C][center]Ivanna (Brendan)[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]

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Location: Château de La Lune:
Skills: N/A
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Brendan nodded as Millicent suggested food, ready to follow her to wherever. Probably no one was actually hungry right now after seeing...that...Brendan tried to push the image out of his mind. Oh gods, what if he just actually full on passed out from hunger? That'd be bad. He did not want to add to the number of bodies on the floor that these poor people had seen. 

He tried to focus and hoped that Millicent was going in the direction of food. She was saying something else now, something about Miguel and how at least now they knew what had happened.

Brendan nodded again. [color=910A1C] "Yeah. It's better to know..." [/color] Brendan went quiet as all the memories of the past month came flooding back. The Finding Out to Fucking Around ratio had been [i]insane[/i]. He thought he'd learned his lesson back home. But here he was, still finding out all the worst things in the worst ways. He vowed that if he ever got off this island alive, he'd swear off fuck aroundery forever. [color=910A1C] "I just really hope we aren't...getting ourselves into danger." [/color] Brendan took a deep breath. [color=910A1C] "Sorry. Yeah I'm holding up...okay enough, at least....are you okay Millicent?" [/color]

He tried to put a reassuring hand on her shoulder, then hesitated, not wanting to seem weird. Probably standing here with his hand just out while he waited for her to answer was weirder? 

Whatever. It was all weird. Just as long as everyone was okay in the end. That was it, that was all that mattered. Protect anyone he can. Don't think about anything else.